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plenty of people are asking, so let me get one thing straight. I AM NOT DYING. i’m not 100% but i am NOT DYING. YET.

well, in so much as we all are from the moment we are born. but i have NOT had a heart attack, i am fine. ish.

we’ll go back a bit. i’ll explain.

Barnsley played Huddersfield in a pre season friendly. i walked down with the boy, and after the match we walked home. i stopped once to catch my breath and give my back a rest. not unusual in itself, other than i only stopped the once whereas i normally have two breathers.. then we played Ipswich. walked down with the boy, no problems, then we walked home. five tines i stopped. this time not just the usual back related issue (consequences of a fused ankle and being fat). no, this time my chest felt as though it was being ripped open. i finally got back in the house, and after a minute in the kitchen i went to the bathroom. after doing what needed to be done, i then went and lay on the bed for a short while. The Enemy went to pick the dog up from her mums/drop the boy off at work/get some shopping and by the time she got home the pains had subsided sufficiently enough for me to say “yes, i am ok” when she came home. watched some telly, went to bed.

during the night the pains came back, kept me awake most of it and made me feel bloody nauseous to boot. at the time my alarm should have been going off ready for me to go to work i was in no state to get up and go, so i rang to tell them. a few hours later it was decided i would/should call the doctor. my own surgery being shut (sunday) i rang the out of hours NHS line (BLESS THE NHS!) and answered so many questions i thought i was being interrogated! they then told me a doctor would call me back within the hour, which he did. and asked me all the questions i had just been asked. he determined that it was “unlikely” that i had suffered a “cardiac event” (a phrase that was to become familiar in the upcoming few days). he advised a course of ibuprofen and gaviscon. yup, that’s right. i took some, and it DID ease the pain. how odd. he also said to rest, so it was decided i would have the monday off too and return to work tuesday.

monday came around and something in me made me want to actually see a real doctor face to face. you know, to get the old stethoscope treatment, just to be safe. so i rang and made an appointment, which meant speaking to the receptionoist, who got the doctor to call me back to “discuss if he NEEDED to see me”. apparently this is how it is done now. he called, i was asked all the questions yet again and he agreed i needed to visit, so a date was made for friday (day off).

tuesday morning came, off i set to work, got there, started to set my stuff up for the day and the familiar pain started to appear again. went into the office with my manager and told her what was up, and to her credit she suggested i went to the hospital and got checked out. so i went home, rang The Enemy, then rang the parental unit to take me.

got to the hospital, they took me in and eventually i saw a succession of experts who wired me up, took blood, asked countess questions, pressed on my chest and used a stethoscope. the ECG came back normal, the bloods came back normal. but they wanted a second lot. in three hours. so, to wait i was admitted onto a ward. and waited. eventually the second lot of bloods were taken. then we waited for the results. all clear yet again, probably a muscular skeletal strain. BUT…. there is always a but, they wanted me to go to a RAPID ACCESS CARDIAC ASSESSMENT CLINIC for tests. according to what they told me, the numerous tablets i take each day for my diabetes can sometimes mask the symptoms of angina, so they needed to rule that out. here you go Sime, take this letter to your doctor and get him to refer you. no, we can’t. no we have no idea why either, sorry. oh and take a few days to rest yourself.

so i went friday, to the appointment i had already made monday. he got his stethoscope out. he asked me all the questions. he agreed i need the RACAC. gave me something to give the receptionist so she could book me in. and so i could get some more bloods done there and then. appointment booked for thursday afternoon.

so yesterday i went. got hooked up for an ECG, had a very nice chat with a doctor who asked me all the questions again and many more. he’s prescribed me more tablets, an under the tongue spray and is referring me for a cardiac CT scan to check my “pipes” to make sure i don’t have angina (see above reasons). at present purely precautionary measures, but you know, let’s make sure. so i await that date. well, two dates as i have to a have a pre assessment.

so that is where we are. as it stands right now, i am NOT DYING.

thanks to all who have asked after me and shown concern, means a lot. i shall of course keep you up to date, but you know as much as i do now.

 

ttfn

sime

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HELLO? IS THERE ANYBODY IN THERE? JUST NOD IF YOU CAN HERE ME.

hello it’s me, how can i help?
whine & groan & moan & chelp.
“there’s summat up, it’s all your fault, sort it out or face a revolt.
i’ve been with you for years and years”
sad sob story, sniffles and tears.
“gimmee summat new, best that you’ve got, all bells and whistles, i want the lot!”
“but not reyt pricey, good deal, you know? paying just the same as five years ago.”
“and i want loads of freebies, chuck em all on, and if tha can’t, that’s it i’m gone!”
“tha wants HOW MUCH? tha’s gorra be mad!”
“i’m off to your rival, telling thee lad”
“they’re one pound cheaper, hundred up front” (he’s not done the maths, the tight fisted….. pillock)
“so cancel me now, or i’ll start to yelp”

new call,
hello it’s me,
how can i help?

11/04/17.

ENJOY YOURSELVES, IT’S LATER THAN YOU THINK.

IT’S THE BRITS TONIGHT!!!

so looking forward to it.
probably not for the reasons YOU may be thinking. oh no.
since TOTP was relegated to xmas day only i have missed the chance to have a regular rant at the state of the “mainstream” music in this country.
and having worked nights for the last 13 Brits, i have missed it. yeah, recorded a couple, but not the same shouting at the telly on your own. 

which brings me to Vicky…. SHE isn’t as enthused with tonight’s prospect. 

oh dear. 

but let’s be reyt. the best music in Britain these days is largely ignored, because it is not being force fed into folks living rooms on weekend telly. 
GET OUT THERE. SEE BANDS. ENJOY YOURSELVES. 
#supportlocaltalent

ILLUMINATION

i was setting up Skype again a couple of weeks back and decided to try summat i once did before. i am going to try and simulcast a radio show on video streaming. now, whether this works or not is in the lap of the gods, and if if actually HAPPENS, relies on me getting a new webcam. or should i say ANOTHER webcam. cos i bought one. 

looked ok. said it would do what i wanted. and was cheap enough. too cheap. should have known really. brand new webcam for less than 3 quid. all the way from china. no p&p.

idiot.

absolute pile of rammel. it works ok ish for skype, but won’t do the job for the shows. so if i can source one in the next 24hrs we’ll be going live visually AND aurally. if not it will wait until the new year.

watch this space.

tfn

WITH TIME AND TEMPERANCE

despite the rant earlier, i feel i am changing. growing older and wiser. not growing UP exactly. don’t think that will ever happen, but still…

take tomorrow. tomorrow i will be doing TWO things i have never done in 46 years.

1. participate in secret santa.

2. wear a xmas jumper.

and the odd thing is, i’m kind of looking forward to it.

don’t get me wrong, as The Enemy will tell you, i LOVE xmas. i just don’t DO xmas until there is xmas in the day.

i HATE xmas shopping (avarice at its worst) i HATE writing xmas cards (a waste of money) i ABHOR forced joviality in the workplace/anywhere (don’t tell me how to be happy)

i swear, i ain’t a grinch. ask The Teen! ask The Parental Unit….

but this year, i have sat and written some cards.

The Enemy* has bought a secret santa gift.

and The Enemy* has also bought me a snowman sweater, complete with a sticky out carrot and a floppy scarf.

we’re also in the process of making TWO yule logs for the team buffet tomorrow.

i still draw the line at singing xmas carols though.

wish me luck

ttfn

*i draw the line at venturing out into the mad crowds.

SHADOW OF THE SUN

FUCKING FILTHY SCUM RAG.

this world is currently a fucked up place. we have shit going on all over the place with various race/religion/countries/creeds fighting each other for who know’s what reasons.

and then you get this lot.

scum

worse than the idiots committing these atrocities are the cunts that work for m*****h publishing his hate and lie filled “newspaper”.

no-one…. NO-ONE needs to see this. i haven’t watched it. i don’t need to watch it. i don’t even want to THINK abut what it potentially contains. i am certain the relatives and friends of those killed and injured last night won’t want to see it.

“HORRIFYING VIDEO” it screams.

“CAUTION: GRAPHIC CONTENT”.

we don’t want to fucking see this.

they shouldn’t be allowed to even publish this.

fucking disgrace. scum. nothing short of.

i have NEVER and will NEVER buy the s**.

take care of each other folks.

ttfn

H2G2: A JOURNAL.

my last post said that i was going to start to blog more frequently again. that was in april. kept my word there didn’t i?

well i have decided that i am going to start to keep a journal of sorts on the H2G2 website

nothing deep. just a sentence or two each day.

but what i write will be posted here first* just in case i feel like adding photos.

here is what i have written so far. as i say, don’t expect works of literary genius. just me and my thoughts.

030514

got threatened again at the paying job tonight. happens regularly. too regularly to be honest. but what does one do to stop it? part of the job. back tonight for probably more of he same.

shops huh? a crazy world….

040614

the person i identify with in this life is Rob McKenna**. i can sit at work, looking through the windows all night and the sky’s are clear, it is dry and calm. then at 5 to 7 all hell breaks loose, the heavens open and a gale starts up. just in time for my 12.5 mile ride home. get home, the clouds clear, the sun comes out and the wind stops. but i can assure you, by the time i get up to go back to work, the tempest doth return. i am a secondary rain god. mr mckenna, i salute you.

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as you may have read in my bio, i dj. i do a show on a wednesday morning 10am-12pm. you can hear it here. http://www.mixlr.com/sfr you can visit our website here: http://www.sfrstudios.com be nice if you can listen and join in.

040614/1

see, what did i tell you? just about to go to bed and out comes the bloody sun!

in other news, done the radio thing this morning. 2 hours of punk type stuff. no chat this week, busy with preparations for dj job live at Scooter & Ska Rally at Santa Pod a week on friday.

if you want to listen, pop here: http://www.mixlr.com/showreel where it will appear asap. ttfn

060614

the three men i admire most and have influenced my life.

Dad

Paul Weller

Douglas Adams.

the three constants.

*also may be more in depth here than on there, ion fact the chances are i may just say pot it and use this place for the journal instead. watch this space. **Rob McKenna is a character that Arthur Dent meets in the Fourth instalment of the Hitchhikers Trilogy “So Long And Thanks For All The Fish”